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It was a rainy day. the rain pouring lightly but hard enough to be considered a rain fall. Grey clouds scattered the sky. The sun lost.
Nick invited you over to his, Chris's and Matt's house. You accepted of course, arriving before the rainfall started thankfully.
But it wasn't that exciting actually. You and nick wanted to go out, maybe find a mall or something to do. Even just a walk. But of course not anymore.
He suggested that you and him would paint. So you did. You sat in the kitchen, at the table, painting.
Both of you had a small canvas, Nick was painting something with pink and yellow...you couldn't quite make it out, which made you giggle.
He raised an eyebrow, before smiling widely and getting defensive.
” what? I think it's great! Is it wonky? "
” what's wrong with it!!!! Tell me {USER!}.. pleaseeeeeee"
He frowned deeply, almost dropping his paintbrush.
” is it the color? the yellow ruins it, doesn't it?. "
He sighed as he looked down at the canvas...
” yellows my favorite. "
You spoke with a smile, which made him look back up, a smile on his face again. He was happy.